The first cause of all realms

Chapter 719 Relics... Tathagata!
Pingdushan is not within the envelope of the remaining pages of the book of life and death, and what he saw through the secluded world can't be very detailed, but of course it can't trouble him. With his incipient will and his means, he can ask what he wants .

It's just that he is not a bloodthirsty person after all.

After more than ten years of ups and downs, Yang Qiu never considered himself a good person in the ordinary sense, even killing someone like hemp is not enough to describe him.

But he is not bloodthirsty.

He upholds the precept of 'lawlessness', and has a ruler in his heart. He will kill some things and not kill them.

Just as Jie Se said, in today's Zen, and even Buddhism, there is almost no soil for keeping precepts, and there are many people who are addicted to enjoyment, love leisure and hate work.

But in the end, there are good people, so killing them all will not happen.

What's more, Bodhidharma asked him to clean up the sect on his behalf, but it didn't mean to destroy Zen Buddhism. Therefore, Yang Jue's rare gentle method.

Except for those who are indeed extremely evil, most of them violate the clear rules and precepts of Zen, but there are no serious evil ones, and he is just abolishing martial arts.

In the mountains and forests, there was a strong smell of blood, unable to withstand the huge gap in martial arts loss, the sound of mourning could be heard for ten miles.

"Kill God, Kill God..."

Walking out of the mountain forest, the monks of Fulong Temple avoided them from a distance, many monks' hands and feet were trembling, and none of them could escape the poisonous hands.

There are six people whose martial arts were abolished, including the contemporary abbot of Fulong Temple, quit killing...

"Amitabha……"

On the top of the barren mountain, he glanced back at the many senior brothers who were far away from him, with a complicated expression on his rebooting face, and his clasped hands were trembling uncontrollably.

After more than ten years of nurturing, and 20 years of imparting martial arts, he naturally couldn't bear to have his master's martial arts abolished, but how could he stop this one beside him.

Huhu~
On the bluestone protruding from the cliff, Yang Jue sat cross-legged quietly, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds, his spirit flying in the dark.

For him at this time, dealing with these monks is naturally not a burden, whether it is psychological or martial arts.

The old monk named Jiesha in Fulong Temple, his martial arts are not inferior to Xujing, and he has strange skills, but he didn't disable many hands and feet.

Ninety percent of his thoughts are in the emptiness, the fairyland that he can't even search and explore...

"Benefactor Yang."

Looking at Yang Ju who was sitting quietly in the wind, Jie Se suddenly spoke:

"If someone you are very close to commits an unforgivable crime, what should you do?"

"The little monk couldn't bear to feel guilty, and even blamed me?"

In his mind, if Yang Yudong watched the fire, he knew why he asked this question.

Rebooting was silent for a moment, then asked again:

"Benefactor Yang hasn't answered the little monk yet."

"You want to ask me, whether I treat people equally, and whether there will be double standards in my heart because of distance and closeness?"

Yang Ju looked back and gave him a faint look:
"What answer do you want?"

There was another silence, Jie Se lowered his head, and said in a harsh voice:
"The purpose of my Zen is to keep the precepts, understand the mind, and see the nature. The intention is to abandon the six desires and seven emotions, and to see the true nature of me...

But human nature is so, can it really be done? "

"Whether you can do it or not depends on yourself..."

Overlooking the sea of ​​clouds and feeling the wind blowing, Yang Qiu couldn't help but think of that Prince Zhao.

"You ask me, what will I do if someone very close to me commits an unforgivable crime... This question was also asked by Prince Zhao a few months ago."

Human beings are not sages, it is their nature to be close and distant, and they are as decisive as Zhang Xuanba, and it is difficult to kill him when facing his biological mother.

Changing places, he may not be able to succeed.

only……

Jie Se looked up, curious how he answered.

"I replied; 'I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation'."

Yang Yu answered very seriously, just like a few months ago:
"Too many things in the world are just a single thought. If you know how to avoid them, you can avoid..."

Zhao Wang's regret is that the method he has practiced has already achieved great success in Linlong Dao and then promoted it to the world.

For family members and close ones, there are sudden surprises, and in the end, under the impetus of caring people, all success falls short.

"This is not an answer."

Jie Se stared at him blankly.

"Yang is not a sage..."

Yang Ju didn't like this kind of out-of-the-box inquiries, but he didn't avoid talking about them.

He would never believe that the old couple who had been kind for half their life would lose their lives at the end of the day, and he also believed in the people and the "living dead" he stayed with them.

"If there is such a day...Yang, he will be worthy of his 'heart'."

"So, the monk understands..."

Jie Se took a deep breath, suddenly, but it seemed as if he had planned it for a long time, his true energy surged up, and he actually annulled his own martial arts.

"puff!"

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, the little monk's complexion was pale, he staggered and sat down, his blood was weak, but his expression was a little relieved:
"The martial arts of this little monk are all taught by the master, and it is the right intention to return it to him..."

Yang prison didn't stop him, he had already learned from this monk's brain, so when he saw him looking at him, he didn't feel comforted:
"According to the folk rules, if you borrow money from someone, if you borrow ten taels, you have to pay back twelve or thirty taels. It stands to reason that if you repay this martial arts, you have to use one hand and one foot..."

"..."

He lost his mind for a moment while rebooting.

"Forget it, Yang paid the interest on your behalf."

Fearing that this stubborn little monk would really lose his hands and feet, Yang Jue took out a classic book from the mustard space, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was wrapped in the real body and flew down the mountain.

His eyesight is so precise, with a flick of his hand, the secret book has already flown to the old monk who staggered down the mountain with a bitter expression.

"This is?"

Rebooting was stunned.

"The 'Bitter Zen Great Practice', one of the top twelve unique skills passed down by your ancestor, is much stronger than the martial arts you have learned..."

Yang prison replied.

Bodhidharma didn't say it clearly, but he knew in his heart that this great Zen master didn't care about the orthodoxy of later generations.

On the contrary, he died 2000 years ago, and he never forgot to ask him to clean up the house on his behalf, which shows how much he values ​​orthodoxy.

Therefore, he knew very well that although those 12 unique skills were given to him, he still had the idea of ​​letting him pass them on.

"Twelve stunts?"

Jie Se was startled at first, and then smiled wryly, but he remembered what kind of martial arts this great practice of bitter meditation is.

What is penance?

This is a very ancient practice method.

It is said that by enduring severe pain and exercising abstinence from one's carnal desires, one maintains inner devotion.

Its foundation is through extreme self-restraint, self-discipline, and rejecting material and physical temptations to achieve enlightenment.

The many unique skills passed down by Bodhidharma have their own reasons for being lost, but this great practice of bitter meditation is because it is too difficult to practice, and the income is not proportional to the effort.

According to legend, the great achievement of this bitter meditation is just to live longer. As for the power...

"It's up to him whether he can repair it or not, but I'll pay the interest on your behalf. Now, let's talk..."

He naturally knew what the great practice of bitter meditation was, otherwise, he would not have given it to the old monk.

As he spoke, he glanced at Jie Se, and handed over the elixir:

"What happened? Why did the illusion collapse for no reason? Did your ancestor leave any words?"

"call!"

After taking the elixir handed over by Yang Juan, taking it, he took a deep breath and said:
"After we parted from you that day, Patriarch took me far away, to many, many places..."

There is no concealment, one by one about rebooting.

That day, after handing over the Buddha statue to Yang Yu, Bodhidharma left with abstinence. On the way, he taught him all kinds of precepts, many Buddhist scriptures, and only martial arts. Xue Wuhen.

What's more, it is to take him to walk the world...

"...Why the illusion collapsed, I was also confused at the time, but after thinking about it, I am afraid that the day the patriarch will hand over the Buddha statue to you, everything has already been arranged..."

Jie Se sighed, took out a dusty stone from his bosom, and handed it to Yang Jian:

"After coming out, the little monk discovered that there was more of this thing on his body. If it is not bad, it is probably left to you by the patriarch..."

This is,

"Sherry?"

Yang Jue's eyes flickered, and he felt the thin, weak, ethereal but pure will within him.

He stared at it with extreme eyes, but felt that the aura inside it was vague and illusory, as if shrouded by an invisible force, which could not stop obliterating...

'This breath...'

Yang Jue lightly pressed his chest, but the cauldron of gluttony did not respond. Obviously, this relic was not considered an ingredient, or in other words, it had already been damaged.

only……

Holding the relic, Yang Jue focused, and also launched:
【Dharma Relic】

[The legacy of Honghua, the great master of Zen Buddhism, contains his spirit...]

【Destroyed】

"It should be the sarira left by the patriarch. Later generations of Zen disciples searched for it for a long time, but he didn't think it was the old man who held it himself..."

The dejected look on rebooting:

"Unfortunately, the aura inside it is already very weak, and there is no trace of words left..."

The words came to an abrupt end here, and the little monk suddenly raised his head, dumbfounded.

But Yang Jue picked up the relic and pressed it to the center of his eyebrows, and he actually pressed it in!

Press, press in? !
He was shocked beyond words, and wanted to reach out, but was forced back a few steps by an invisible air mechanism, and when he looked again, Yang Qian's figure was already covered by the true light.

A few streaks of gray-black aura could not stop lingering around his body, and it was this gray-black aura that forced him back.

"Five ghosts transfer technique?!"

……

hum!
The moment the relic was pressed into the center of the eyebrows, with all the power of the eyes of the sky, Yang Qiu caught a glimpse of the light of the Buddha that had faded to the extreme.

No, it's not just Buddha's light!

In that thin Buddha light, there is clearly an unknown aura mixed in, which turns slowly like a big millstone, constantly strangling the Buddha light.

"Tongyou!"

Without hesitation, Yang Jue urged Tongyou again, and his willpower was also raised to the limit. With the superimposition of various abilities, he managed to 'hear' intermittent voices from the thin Buddha light.

"A ray of obsession...although I took this palm by relying on the illusion...you can die in peace..."

"Da Ri Tathagata's divine palm is worthy of being the number one in ancient and modern times... Compared with the various martial arts that I have exhausted my energy, it seems not worth mentioning..."

Yang Ju was very focused, just now in a trance, he saw the indistinct Dafo Mountain and the old monk who was barely visible in the mist.

The picture is so blurred that it cannot be recognized, but there are still ruins and ruins in the mountains. I don't know if it was caused by the collapse of the illusion, or the aftermath of the fight between the two.

Someone said something, but he couldn't hear clearly, only heard a sentence intermittently:
"Longevity is not living...you... can you go out to the illusion?"

"I heard the Tao in the morning, and I will die in the evening... You really don't want to take a look, do you know the way of the world..."

"Old man, I have my own way."

"Little monk, do you know what Tao is?"

"road……"

The picture was much clearer at this moment, and Yang Jue went there intently, and saw a faint Buddha's light holding it up among the ruined walls,
The old monk climbed into the sky with his ten fingers forming the seal of the Buddha, and hit the unattainable cloud like a lotus platform of a Bodhisattva:
"This is the way!"

boom!
The picture flashed away, and Yang Jue unconsciously felt a tingling pain between his brows. After a while, he heard a similar sound.

Hoarse, bitter.

"This is not your martial arts..."

"Martial arts, developed by this seat, all the essence of the past 3000 years, should also belong to this seat, what is it or is it not?"

"Wu, it wasn't you who opened it... I once glimpsed traces of an ancient sect in a certain illusion, in which martial arts have been passed down..."

In the blurry picture, there is a sound.

Martial arts before ancient times?
Yang Ju couldn't help being taken aback, he was very focused, and wanted to hear more clearly, but unfortunately, it was still blurry, and there was clearly a paragraph missing.

But I can vaguely guess what...

"...What kind of punch is this?"

"Just talking nonsense, can you still be considered a Zen master?"

"Every word I said is true..."

"I don't know the so-called... The Zen martial arts you are proud of, in the eyes of this seat, it is nothing... This fist was taken from a younger generation in later generations, and it is called 'Baquan'..."

"This sword... is called, Seven Tribulations..."

"This punch, call Tiangang..."

"This knife, Sanyin kills demons..."

There was a brief silence, and the old monk's voice was intermittent, repeating:

"This is not your martial arts..."

"All rivers are inclusive, and all rivers flow together. Martial arts are never built behind closed doors...The other generation realizes the embryonic form, and I deduce the great achievement. Yes or no, what does it matter?"

"...Baby form? Mr. Lu, during the times when the illusion was opened, I also heard that there were two supreme masters in later generations..."

"...In the eyes of this seat, they are just young boys with long hair. Their martial arts intentions may not be bad, but they are far from being great..."

"Mr. Lu, why lie to a lonely soul? Since ancient times, all creations have been based on one's own will, and this bullying boxing does not have your will..."

"...You have been sitting in the well for too long, how can you know how far the world is? You have lived and died for 2000 years, and it is extremely difficult. Unfortunately, with a lonely soul and a single obsession, you can't go any further..."

"...Warrior, you can learn thousands of martial arts, but you only have one will...Mr. Lu, you can't be fooled..."

"is it?"

A sneer, very clear.

At this moment, Yang Jue saw the Great Buddha Mountain again, the crooked old monk, and the Taoist platform among the clouds...

hum!
As soon as the words were spoken, the light was so intense that Yang Ju could no longer see anything, only felt the Buddha's light shining everywhere.

"Your style of martial arts seems to be called 'Dharma in the present world'? Then just take a look, I deduced it based on it..."

"The Tathagata in this world!"

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)